[RL - Picking up Samara :)]

[tntandgasoline]

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<3!

[weliveandwecry]

When she wasn't being questioned or taken to "therapy" (both of which had started happening a lot less ever since she had taken the Joker's advice and shown her pictures to the doctors and orderlies), Samara often sat on her bed, staring off into space. Sometimes she got up and watched the clock hands go round and round. Sometimes she stood on the bed. Most of the time, though, she didn't do much.

When she heard the Joker coming, she didn't get up, but she turned her head toward the door.

And she waited.

ps: this icon indicates what his face looks like throughout the log :)

[tntandgasoline]

This was the sort of hospital Joker hated. It pretended to be something it wasn't, like a personification of society as a whole in one little building. (Not a personification. He was too busy looking to think of the right word.)

The rooms were so spartan. It was irritating beyond belief and he was as relieved as a man like him could be when he finally found Samara's room. Keys would be nice, but first...

"Hello, sweetie!" he crooned, leaning to look in the room, "Are we still crazy?" A laugh, "A joke. Neither of us are crazy." He started trying some keys, but he was getting bored of that fast.

... so creepy

[weliveandwecry]

She tilted her head up further, peering at him through the little window built into the door-- the one that the doctors now used to look at her when they thought she wasn't paying attention.

very much so :)

[tntandgasoline]

The door was saved from being blown up (for now) by the tenth key fitting in the lock, nice and snug. With a delighted giggle, he turned the key and pried the door open, leaning into the room and giving it a disgruntled once-over. "This is simply no place for a little girl."

He was going to enjoy detonating the wing. Really.